Read by Carrie Fountain
My dreams soar above the clouds
Bubbles of hope
And happiness
Flying with the birds
Close to the sun.
Although I may not fly,
My dreams can.
And I think about them
Being where I cannot be
As I sit at a desk,
In a chair,
Anchored to the ground.
But soon I will be up there with my dreams
In flight,
Wheeling through the air
Next to my fantasies.